Snitches Get Stitches (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 8)

“Probably best if we keep our clothes on,” he suggested. “Or at least most of them,” he said as he pulled my sleep pants free from my body.

I laughed, which quickly turned into a strangled moan as he descended down the bed.

My heartbeat started to quicken as he made room between my thighs with his large, wide shoulders.

I reached up and caught the pillow that he used every night, then brought it down over my face as he took the first swipe of my slit with his tongue.

Oh, God.

That’d felt so good.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over he licked me, tasting me.

Then he started to swirl that same devilish tongue around my clit, flicking and teasing.

And his beard.

Oh, my God. His beard was divine.

I’d, of course, really enjoyed running my fingers over the neatly maintained beard.

It wasn’t long but definitely wasn’t short.

It was so thick that you wouldn’t expect it to be so soft.

But it was soft…until he was running his mouth between your legs. Then soft became divine.

It was the perfect abrasiveness as he slowly swirled his tongue, and subsequently his entire head, around and around.

My heels dug into the bed and my hands went to his hair, clenching the hair that was barely long enough for me to sink my fingers into it.

And then his fingers came into the mix, just one, swirling around the very tip of my entrance.

I nearly swallowed my tongue when said finger started to slowly sink inside, inch by inch, until I could feel his knuckles against my skin.

I shivered hard as things inside me began to tighten.

That shiver turned to a downright body locking orgasm when he sucked my clit into his mouth and curled the digit inside of me.

The two things sent me catapulting right over the edge.

It wasn’t until he was climbing up between my thighs and angling his cock toward my entrance that I realized that I’d blanked out for a few long seconds.

Though the way my body was still tingling, and aftershocks were still rocking through me, I could see why.

The pillow moved and suddenly I found myself facing a very pleased Liner as he stared down into my face.

Our eyes connected, and he watched me gaze up at him as he slowly settled inside me. His cock was a steady pressure as he sank inside, and my body started to move on its own accord conveying my soundless plea to urge him to go faster as well as help get him inside of me completely.

He reached down and pulled one of my legs up, pressing it out and wide, allowing him more room to maneuver. The movement caused him to descend another slow inch inside of me.

I licked my lips and couldn’t decide where I wanted to look.

His eyes were bright and focused directly on me.

But then there were his abs that were clenching and unclenching as he slowly moved, back and forth, as he worked his substantial length in.

And then there was where we were joined. That? Well, that was something that I couldn’t look at.

Not for more than a brief glance, anyway.

It was too hot. Too perfect. Too…temporary.

He was thick. So thick, in fact, that he looked almost obscene as he worked himself into my pussy.

“You feel so good,” he growled, causing me to move my gaze back to his eyes.

“You feel better,” I countered.

He snorted and dropped down onto his elbows, bringing our faces close and pressing my legs farther into my chest.

My breasts behind my t-shirt felt swollen and sensitive, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on them again.

I wanted his hands everywhere, in fact.

On my breasts.

On my ass as he pumped away inside of me, clenching and unclenching his fists.

On my legs, spreading them apart.

Everywhere all at once.

I wanted him.

Twice wasn’t going to be enough.

I knew it deep down to the bottom of my soul.

I pressed my lips to his and curled my tongue around his, tentatively at first until he was taking control of the kiss.

His hips met the back of my thighs, and suddenly I felt every single one of his solid inches exactly where they were supposed to be.

He broke off from the kiss and looked down into my eyes.

“Feel okay?” he asked.

I loved that he was concerned.

I loved even more that he was once again inside of me where I felt like he belonged.

“Yes,” I whispered, eyes soft and pleading. “Now get back down here and kiss me some more.”

He snorted but gave me what I wanted.

His hips moved, slow and steady, and it wasn’t long at all as we were kissing and touching that I realized his movements were getting a little less unsteady.

Squeezing my muscles, I caused him to groan and pull away from the kiss.

“No more of that,” he ordered gruffly.